Is there a place where I can pay respects For the death of my family? Show some respect Between the three of us There is the mother and the child Then there is the father and the child But no man and a woman No triangle of love
So where do I go to make an offering? I fall on my knees Lay my flowers (burn incense) Light the candles
So where do I go to make an offering? Mourn our miraculous triangle Father, mother, child Father, mother, child
How will I sing us out of this sorrow? Build a safe bridge for the child Out of this danger Danger!
I raise a monument of love There is a swarm of sound Around our heads And we can hear it And we can get healed by it It will relieve us from the pain It will make us apart Of this universe of solutions This place of solutions This location of solutions
